…Odds are they are a Tauntaun. What the hell were you thinking? For those not in the know, this is a Tauntaun (NOTE: its not the men in the picture). Much like the Wu Tang Clan, a Tauntaun ain’t nothing to f**k with.
What kind of drugs, or space debris were you smoking? You can’t even put a bag over that head. Is there one big enough? C’mon that’s why your friends never met her/him. What does that tell you?
You know you’re not taking that home to meet your parents. They’d disown your dumb-ass, burn your childhood pictures, and skip town. They wouldn’t do an intervention on you, and they don’t think you can bounce back from the horror that is your mate.
They need an intervention on themselves. They’ve failed you. You can’t even pick an ugly man or woman on your own. You picked a damn Tauntaun. You need a bag over your head too.
If you go on a blind date, and the date happens to look like a Tauntaun, put the nearest bag over your head. Demand to go back home. Take a long shower, and burn the clothes you wore out that evening. A real friend wouldn’t have set you up like that. Watch the pranksters in your clique. They will mess you up to get a good laugh. Put a scarlet "T" on all their clothes. Let the world know they messed with Tauntauns.
*Paid for by the don’t mess with a Tauntaun committee. This is a blog joke. Please don't take it serious you Tauantaun lover you.
2 comments:
WU-TANG! WU-TANG! WU-TA...oh. Not the point of the post I guess.
Damn. Now I want to play the Wu-Tang game on my playstation again. Man I loved that game. ;-)
LOL Shisho. :-)
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